Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:28:16 -0800
From: simonne danielle <simonnedanielle1204@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Simonne Danielle's - Faster, Bennie!  Faster!"

Please be mindful - - This is FANTASY: "Imagination, especially when
extravagant and unrestrained; The forming of mental images, especially
wondrous or strange fancies; A mental image, especially when unreal or
fantastic; An imagined or conjured up sequence fulfilling a psychological
need; A supposition based on no solid foundation; Visionary idea; Illusion:
Dreams of Utopias and similar fantasies; Caprice; Whim; An ingenious or
fanciful thought, design, or invention."

Got it?

Good!

Enjoy!

"Faster, Bennie!  Faster!"

By: Simonne Danielle

Copyright 2008

All rights reserved

Simonnedanielle1204@hotmail.com

Here's the recipe: Take a half-pint of crossdresser in the 1950's, add in a
generous heaping tablespoon of his promiscuous girlfriend, then stir to a
smooth consistency until they get even with the perverted man in her life.

~ - ~ -

"Faster, Bennie!  Faster!  Can't you make this thing go any faster!"

It's mid-afternoon on a warm and sunny Southern California summer day!  I'm
tooling my 1951 MG-TD along a winding, and relatively deserted stretch of
Mulholland Drive.  I'm pushing the little four-banger two-seater
convertible to its limit.  I got the top down and the windshield folded
flat against the British Racing Green hood.  I'm loving the wind in my
face.  And, no doubt, so is Martha Benjamin.

"Jesus, Marti, if I go any faster we'll wind up two hundred feet down the
bottom of this canyon!"  I had to yell at the top of my lungs because of
all the noise ... From the throaty mufflers and from the wind.  "Not only
that, the wind'll rip off your clothes!"

I wasn't lying, either!  She was wearing one of those poodle skirts with
three ... Count 'em ... Three petticoats!  I knew there were three because
each one was a different color.  Hot Pink.  Sunshine Yellow.  Baby blue.
The wind was rushing into the cockpit with gale-like force and her skirt
and petticoats were flying high!  I had a perfect shot ... A beaver shot,
we called it back then ... Of her yellow panties, her snow-white garter
belt, and her sparkly tan stockings!  Back in 1957 it was every nineteen
year old guy's dream come true!

"I don't care about my skirt!"  she yelled back at me as she ignored her
ballooning skirts and the downright sinful view of her southern hemisphere.
"I just wanna go faster!"

I down-shifted to third and took the next turn flawlessly then floored the
little beast.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!"  she screeched.  She placed her arm
around my shoulders to give me a hug.  Her other hand was stroking my thigh
... Getting real close to my pleasure spot!  Even if she wanted to, she
didn't have any hands left to hold down her skirts.

Only another couple of miles 'til I got to the deserted spot I was heading
for.  The deserted spot I discovered a while back ... Right after I drained
most of my savings and bought this love machine!

Mulholland Drive in the 50's was pretty much uninhabited.  There were a few
scattered homes which only the wealthiest of the wealthy could afford.
They were on large lots, spaced far apart.  The rich and famous wanted
their privacy, after all.  And that left plenty of empty space where teens
like me could take a date to do all the things horny teens like me enjoyed
doing more than anything.

From the second she first laid eyes on my new ride, Martha Benjamin
... Everyone calls her Marti ... The loosest girl in town ... was all over
me!  She loved sports cars.  She loved fast cars.  And, she really LOVED
guys who owned them!  If you catch my drift, Daddy-O!

I slid the TD into the vacant lot overlooking L.A., set the parking brake,
shifted into neutral, and shut down the engine. Marti's hand was firmly
latched on to the steel-hard 'gearshift' between my legs!  Her skirts had
settled nicely around her upper thighs.

It was one of those rare smogless days which offered a perfect view of the
L.A.  Basin all the way to the Pacific and clear over to Catalina Island.
Almost as perfect as the view I was enjoying of Marti's gorgeous legs!

"Wow!  This car can really go, Bennie!  I mean, it's not as fast as Billy
Brown's new '57 Chevy, or anything!  But this one really hums!  Can you
feel the way the engine vibrates right up through the seats?  I sure can!
And, it's making me feel sooo sexy between my legs!  Feel!  Right here!"

She grabbed my hand and jammed it under her skirts ... right into the
saturated wet spot where the tops of her legs came together!  It was
squishy wet ... and hot!  She mashed my hand into that forbidden treasure
until my fingers began doing what fingers jammed into a spot like that do
best.  Then she grabbed hold of the bulge inside my Levi's to resume
jacking me off.

With my hand firmly planted between her legs, I leaned over and jammed my
tongue between her willingly parted lips.  The kiss seemed to last for
hours.  I was dizzy with all the unbridled passion a nineteen year old
could muster!

It was when Marti started trying to undo my belt and unzip me that I began
to panic!  It's not like I forgot what I wearing underneath.  It's just
that, in my wildest wet-dreams, I never thought I'd wind up making out with
Marti Benjamin at this secluded spot on Mulholland Drive!  I mean, we'd
been friends ... Really good friends ... Forever!  We'd even done a little
light-hearted petting at parties and stuff.  Since I got my new car she's
been all over me!  And now, here we were!  And my 'little' brain was in
total charge of my 'big' brain!  I'd lost track!

Marti was running her hand up and down my thigh ... Pausing on each
upstroke to fondle my cock and struggling to undo my pants!  She was
milliseconds away from finding out my secret!  I had to think ... And think
fast!  How was I gonna explain?  How was I gonna keep her from blabbing it
all over town?

Then it was all over!  She had my zipper down!  I was trying desperately to
keep her hand from reaching inside!  But she was still rubbing her hand up
and down my thigh!

Marti suddenly backed away and stared at me with her patented, all-knowing,
'I gotcha' look!  Then ...  Just as casual as you please, she asks ...

"Bennie, is this what I think it is?  Garters?  Are you wearing garters?
Oh my!  You are!  Aren't you?  Why?"

"Hey!"  I responded.  "It's no big deal!  And it's not what you think,
either!"

"Oh really?"  She asks.  "Then why don't you explain it!"  she dared me.
She was tracing the outline of the garter tab concealed by my Levi's.

"It's my mother and sister!  It's all their doing!  Crap!  I never thought
I'd have to be explaining this to anyone!"

"Are you telling me that your mother and sister made you wear a garter
belt?  I don't believe it!  If it's true, it's the damndest thing I ever
heard of!"  She grabbed at my belt buckle and playfully tried to undo it.

"Are you wearing any other Lanjooray, Bennie?"

Marti considered herself something of a sophisticate, what with her father
being the pastor of the largest Presbyterian Church in Southern California.
She's always putting on this phony French accent whenever she thought the
conversation warranted it.  It was kinda cute.

"C'mon, lemee see."  she begged, in that same sexy sing-song voice which
got me to take her for a ride in my new sports car to begin with.  She was
still struggling with my belt and trying to peek inside.

"Cut it out, Marti!  It's not my fault!  I swear!  Let's just head home and
forget about it!"  I really didn't want her to see.

"Nosireebob!  I wanna see what you're hiding under these Levi's!"

Marti Benjamin was not the kind of girl boys said no to!  With one final
swift, and well-practiced effort, she had my belt undone and my Levi's
tugged down below my knees.

And then, there I sat.  Exposed!  Embarrassingly exposed!  There was no
denying the ultra-sheer, pale-pink nylon pettipants hugging my loins.  Or
the hot-pink lacey and ruffled panties underneath.  Or the white satin
garter belt attached to a pair of fifteen denier beige nylon stockings.
Even the lace trim of a pale-pink camisole was peeking out from under the
hem of my black tee shirt!

"Wow!"  she exclaimed.  "Now this is something you don't see everyday!"

Marti was running her hand up and down the wispy nylon of the pettipants
which encased me from my waist all the way down to my knees.  She was
pulling the waistband open and peeking inside to get a good look at my
panties.  She playfully snapped the elastic of my garters.  She lifted my
tee shirt and ran her hand along the camisole, all the way up to the silky
lace covering my chest!

"Someone's got some explaining to do, Bennie.  And, you better get started
right now!"  She was giggling like a kid in a candy store ... Like she had
discovered the proverbial 'Pot-'O-Gold'!

"Look Marti, like I said, it's no big deal.  I told you it's all my
mother's and sister's idea.  About a week ago they caught me in my bedroom
... In bed ... With Suzie Jenkins.  My sister thought it was funny and
started laughing her butt off!  My mother went ape!  She threw Suzie out of
the house and made me stay in my room the rest of the day and all the next
day.  She didn't even let me come out to eat!  I mean, she was really
pissed off!"

"That still doesn't answer why you're wearing all this stuff!"

I was making it all up as I went along!  Of course it didn't answer
anything!

"Is it wearing this pretty Lanjooray that's making you so hard?  Or is it
me touching you here?"

Jesus!  She asks a lot of questions!  And, she was tracing the outline of
my cock which was desperately trying to bore a hole through my Lanjooray.

"Lemee finish, will ya'!"

Marti could be real pushy at times ... Okay, most of the time!

"It's probably a little bit of both!  If you gotta know!  This silky stuff
does feel kinda weird ... In a nice way!  Anyway, when the old lady finally
came to talk to me ... That is, her and my sister ... She was still ticked.
Threatened to take away my car even!

"She was hollering at me! ..."

'What were you thinking?  Can't you keep that disgusting thing in your
pants?  Dammit!  You're just like your father!  You'll wind up getting some
poor girl pregnant!  And, I'll wind up having to support the little
bastard!'

"Then she lowered the boom.  While my sister stood by, looking all innocent
and stuff, she told me, instead of taking away my wheels, she'd come up
with a better way to keep me, and the disgusting little friend between my
legs, under control.

" 'Actually, it was all Betsy's idea!'  she told me.  'And, a pretty good
one at that!'  she bragged.

"Then she lays the bad news on me!"

'One sure-fire way I can guarantee you'll keep your pecker in your pants is
to force you to wear something really embarrassing underneath ... Like
these girly undies ... Then you wouldn't dare get naked with a girl!'

"She was holding a pile of pink undies in one hand and my car keys in the
other."

"She says, 'It's your choice, Bennie.  Wear these or I keep your keys.
Make up your mind ... Right now!'

"Some choice!

"Betsy, my older sister, started laughing.  She's turning into a bitter Old
Maid like my mother.  Has no use for guys.  Doesn't even date!  Still
bitter over the old man, I guess.  Any chance she gets, she takes it out on
me!  Getting caught with Suzie gave her another perfect chance.

"Anyway, I took the undies.  No way I'm gonna give up this car!"

Marti butted in, "So they're forcing you to wear all this ... Just so
you'll keep it in your pants?  I've never heard of anything so
crazy-weird!"

"Weird or not, they told me if I didn't put on the undies ... And keep them
on, I could kiss my car goodbye.  It's been a nightmare ever since!  Every
morning Betsy picks out this stuff and makes sure I put it on.  Not only
that, I have to let my mother look to make sure I'm really wearing
everything Betsy picked out!"

"Why don't you just change into something else after you leave the house?
God Bennie, that's a no-brainer!"

Marti's logic was always impeccable.

"It's not that simple.  Between the two of them they check up on me a bunch
of times everyday.  Like today.  I had to meet my mother at the City
Council at ten so she could check me.  Then I had to meet Betsy at the
Library at lunchtime so she could check me again.  And it's like that
everyday!  If I did something like change out of all this frilly stuff,
they'd take away my car and show everyone the pictures!  I'd be the butt of
every joke!"

"Pictures?  What pictures?"

"The ones they took the first time they forced me into this!  A whole bunch
of pics of me wearing all that stuff!  Pretty much like what I'm wearing
now!"

All I really wanted to do was to convince Marti that I'd been 'forced' to
wear all this yummy lingerie.  That way, at least, she might have some
sympathy for me and not blab about it to anyone.

"Holy cow!"  Marti mumbled.  "How long are they gonna make you do this?"

"So far they haven't said."  I replied.  "They just keep up the torture and
tease me about how nice it is to have another girl in the house!  I'm
tellin' you, they're both nuts, if you ask me!"

"Another girl?  You're no girl, for heaven's sake!"

To emphasize her point, Marti continued to stroke my pecker through the
double layer of nylon which was my panties and pettipants.  It was feeling
real good!

"Damn, Marti, that feels real good!

"Anyway, as if that's not bad enough, they make me wear a dress, or
something else girly, when I'm home ... even high heels, a wig, and stuff!
Hell, Betsy's even started putting make-up on me!  And, it's been getting
worse!"

"How much worse could it get, Bennie?  I mean what else can they do?  If I
were you, I'd go to the cops!"  she idly suggested.

"Cops!  Are you nuts?  Who do you think they'd believe?  My mother's on the
City Council and my sister's a Librarian!  They'd never believe me!
Christ!  I'd probably wind up in jail!"

"The cops'd never throw you in jail, Bennie!  It's no crime to wear
Lanjooray!  Look at me!"

"Well, I'm not you!  I'm a guy!  And, if you keep that up, I'm gonna have a
lot of explaining to do when I get home!"

I was so close to blowing my load inside my sister's panties!

"Can't have that, can we?"  Marti cooed.  "Lets' see what I can do!
Besides, Lanjooray or not, it's what I came up here to do anyway!"

And with that, Marti bent over my mid-section, yanked down my undies, and
wrapped her lips around my rock-hard 'gearshift'!  Like I said ... The
loosest girl in town!  Her reputation for giving world class blow jobs was
unequaled!

It only took a minute or two and I was unloading what seemed like a gallon
of sweet, hot jism into her mouth.  It was Marti's forte ... Her expertise
... Her trademark!  She was known far and wide for her magnificent mouth!
And, everyone knew she swallowed!

Only this time she didn't swallow!  This time, after draining me completely
dry, she rose up and planted her mouth over mine.  She forced my own
spendings back into my mouth and held the seal until, for lack of air, I
was forced to swallow the whole load!  The whole creamy, salty-sweet,
pearly-white load!

I was astounded!  I started sputtering and coughing!  Mostly from the shock
and surprise of it all.  I'd never tasted anything like it!  Marti just
looked at me and laughed.

"If you're gonna wear pretty Lanjooray, Bennie, you're gonna have to learn
to swallow like a real girl!"

"Ha Ha!  That's so funny, I forgot to laugh!"  I retorted.  "Anyway, it
didn't taste all THAT bad."

- ~ - ~

In case you haven't figured it out, I hadn't been totally honest with
Marti.  The real truth of the matter was that my mother and sister hadn't
caught me in bed with Suzie Jenkins.  I only wish that would've been true!

No!  The real truth - - the embarrassing truth - - was that they'd come
home unexpectedly and found me all by myself.  All by myself and dressed up
in my sister's best lingerie, one of her wigs ... The teased out blond flip
...  And, the voluminous hot-pink, lace covered, satin Prom dress which she
had worn five years ago.  Not only the dress and wig but also the pink
satin three inch sandals which went with it, and the very same jewelry she
had worn to that Prom.  There I was putting the finishing touches on my
make-up ... Using Betsy's Prom photo as a guide.  The photo which is a
permanent fixture on the fireplace mantel in the living room.

Not only that!  I'd been secretly dressing up in their clothes for the past
eight or nine years.  Don't ask me why.  It just felt so good!

Mom had gone totally bonkers because it brought back memories of the old
man who, it turned out, had been cheating and lying to her for years!
Getting it on with a waitress.  The old man who she'd thrown out on his
ear.

Betsy had gone all hysterical 'cuz I was wearing her Prom dress.  Said she
never wanted to see it again ...That I had ruined the dress ... And all the
wonderful memories she had of the Prom!

The rest of it ... The made up B.S. I had babbled to Marti ... Was at least
partially true!  They had taken pictures ...  Lots of pictures!  They had
been using them to more or less blackmail me!  Blackmail which meant I was
at their beck and call ... day and night.  I was at their mercy!

Every household chore imaginable was now my sole responsibility!  Cooking,
cleaning, laundry, ironing, making beds, washing windows, marketing, and
gardening.  All that - - plus! - - they made me wear their lingerie under
my regular stuff when I was out of the house.

At first it was pure hell.  Worrying whether or not somebody would detect
my undies.  After a while I got used to it ... Enjoyed it ... Became an
expert at protecting my secret when I was out and about.  Besides, if doing
a few chores around the house meant I could wear their clothes anytime
... All the time ... It was worth it.  They had me right where they wanted.
And, right where I wanted to be.

Betsy had even been teaching me the ins and outs of beauty care,
hairstyling, manicuring, and make-up!  Washing and setting my mother's and
sister's hair, doing their manicures and pedicures, even doing their
make-up, was now a permanent addition to my repertoire.  I griped and
moaned but secretly loved it all.  Like I said, they had me right where I
wanted.

I couldn't dare tell Marti that I'd been scrounging through their closets,
like I said, since I was maybe ten years old.  Initially, it was coming
across a pair of Betsy's panties in the laundry hamper in the bathroom we
shared.  What exactly drew me to take them out and fondle them ... Then put
them on ... I'm not sure.  Maybe it was 'cuz both of them were always
walking around half-naked, kibitzing about all the new styles, make-up,
wigs, and stuff.  All the girly things girls gab about.  All the while
ignoring me ... Like I was invisible, or something.

Yeah, I was jealous!  Felt left out!  Got me to wondering what was so
mysterious and exciting and desirable about all that stuff.  Whatever it
was, the first time I stepped into those panties was like magic!  Made me
feel all warm and secure.  Like I finally belonged.  I ravaged their
closets every chance I got.  Both of them worked days and never got home
before six.  I had at least three hours each day to "belong"!

Oh sure, there had been times when they'd noticed things out of place, or
wrinkled from stuffing my empty bra cups, or the straps of their bras and
slips out of adjustment.  They never took much notice 'cuz they were always
borrowing each other's things.  Everything was perfect.  Perfect until that
day a few weeks ago when they caught me red-handed!

That was when they put two and two together and everything suddenly made
sense to them.  It was then that they actually snapped off a bunch of
photos.  And since then, I've been at their 'mercy' ... Okay, okay!  So I
was at their 'mercy' more or less willingly.  Mom had even taken a photo of
me and Betsy.  I was wearing her Prom dress.  Betsy was in a bridesmaid
dress she had worn to her best friend's wedding.  That picture sits next to
Betsy's Prom photo on the mantel.

Even though they made a production of 'forcing' me to dress up at home,
neither would ever dare force me out in public.  Their position of high
standing in the community would make it way too risky.  The idea of anyone
knowing their brother and son was a fairy scared them to death.  If you ask
me, they're both afraid of their own negative feelings when it comes to
men.

Sometimes I even used their fears against them.  Like the time they dragged
me clothes shopping.  I really fell in love with a new dress Saks Fifth
Avenue just got in.  They laughed when I asked for it.  Said there's no way
they'd spend that kind of money on me!  Besides, why would I want something
so classy to wear around the house?

"Okay," I said, "I guess I'll just have to wear another dress to the church
dance!"

It was a simple implied threat.  A threat to go out in public in a dress.
Something I'd been thinking about doing for a long time.  Hanging around
the house in skirts made me feel like a dead atheist ... All dressed up
with no place to go!

It worked!

They made me promise to never go out of the house in a dress.  Then bought
me the new dress from Saks.

I couldn't tell Marti the real truth.  She'd ruin me!  Least ways, that's
what I was thinking ... Until ...

"Bennie, I don't care if you're wearing Lanjooray or not, you taste yummy!"
Marti was licking the tip of her finger ... finishing off the last drop of
jism she'd swabbed off her chin.

"Let's get you a little more decent," she suggested, as she used her lacey
hankie to dab her lipstick stains off my cock.  Then she raised my panties
and pettipants to my waist in unison and gave the tip of my pecker a gentle
pat.

"Your Lanjooray is really pretty, you know."

Her casual reaction to discovering me in lingerie left me dumbstruck.  I
didn't know what to think ... What to say.  So, I drew her towards me and
began kissing her.  I ran my hand under her sweater and fondled her boobs.
That felt good.  But the silky feel of her bra felt even better.  I loved
caressing it.

I ran my hand under her skirt mostly to caress the wondrous silkiness of
her petticoats and her other lingerie, err ... Lanjooray!

"Know what I think, Bennie?  I think you'd rather be wearing my clothes
than coping a feel between my legs!  Am I right?"

No one could pull the wool over Marti Benjamin's eyes!

She was reading my mind!  And she could tell from the astonished, yet very
guilty, look on my face it was exactly what I was thinking.  Too bad that'd
never happen.  Least not out here ...  In the open ... In my tiny sports
car ... Until ...

"C'mon, Bennie.  Let's switch clothes!  It'll be fun!  We're the same size!
I could fit into your Levi's and stuff and you could fit into my things!"

This chick was full of surprises!

"Are you nuts?"  I asked.  "That's the craziest thing I ever heard!  No
way!"

"Why not?  I may be crazy ... But I'm not stupid!  You do it all the time
at home ... I know they force you to do it ... But still, you do it for
them!  Do it for me.  I wanna see how you look!  I bet you look so hot!
Anyway, girlfriends always trade clothes with each other.

"C'mon!  I'll be the guy and you'll be my date.  I'll take you for a spin
through Hollywood ... Maybe stop at Schwab's Drug Store and get a soda or
banana split.  Anyway, it'll be a change from doing all that girly
housework, won't it?"

Marti's logic always seemed so, err ... logical.  She was already
scootching out of her skirt, her three petticoats, her tight angora
sweater.  In no time at all she was sitting there in just her panties, bra,
garter belt, nylons, and bobby socks.

"Don't just sit there!  Take off your things, Bennie!  Oooh!  This is gonna
be so much fun!"

I took a long and lingering look at the pile of petticoats.  I absently ran
my hand over the chiffon.  I could see Marti watching the wheels turning in
my head.  She knew my will ... what little I had left ... had crumbled.

I don't know ... Maybe it was to rebel against my mother and sister.  Maybe
I wanted to put to practical use all the things they'd 'forced' me to
learn.  Maybe I was just sick and tired of being cooped up in the house
... Not being able to express my femininity to the world.  Maybe it was
because I wanted to get into Marti's pants!

Who knows?

Whatever the reason, in seconds I was sitting there in just my own panties,
garter belt, nylons, pettipants, and camisole.

We climbed out of the car and started climbing into each others clothes.
She slipped out of her garter belt and nylons and into my Levi's.  Other
than being a little loose in the waist, my Levi's fit her to a tee.  When I
went to slip her sweater over my head she stopped me.

"Hold on, Bennie.  Take this."  She slipped off her bra and handed it to
me.  Now I finally knew what my mother and sister were talking about when
they talked about 'Pert' boobs!

Marti's boobs were definitely PERT!

I slipped my cami straps off my shoulders and let it fall to my waist.  I
slid into her bra and hooked it in back.  Marti seemed impressed by my
expertise.

"Here," she laughed.  "Use these."

She stuffed her nylons into the bullet shaped cups.  They didn't fill it
out the way Marti's pert boobs did.  So she grabbed my white athletic socks
and stuffed them into the cups.  That did the trick!

"You can wear my bobby socks.  I'll be wearing your high-top Keds.  I don't
need any socks."

I slipped Marti's bobby socks over my nylons and folded over the cuff.  The
pink hem of the cuff matched the color of her poodle skirt.  Her three
colorful petticoats were no problem getting into.  When she had stripped
them off, she'd taken them off all at once.  They were still stacked.
She's had lots of experience getting out of stuff like that!

Even I was surprised that her tight sweater fit me so well.  I've always
been partial to the look of a pair of torpedoes mounted on a chest
... especially if it's my chest!  Marti lifted her poodle skirt over my
head and settled it over the stack of petti's.  Her three inch wide white
leather cinch belt held everything together.  Even her pink and white
saddle shoes fit me.

After I tied up the pink laces I stood and swiveled my hips so that my
skirt flared and my petticoats flashed.  I loved it!  Marti loved it even
more!  Without even asking I grabbed her purse and went straight for her
make-up.

"Oooh!  This I gotta see!"  she exclaimed.  "Do you really know how to use
all that stuff?"

"I told you Betsy's been putting make-up on me!  Even makes me do it
myself.  Just watch."

I didn't dare tell Marti the real truth ... That I was already flying solo
doing make-over's for Betsy and my mother!

One thing about Marti ... Actually, there's a bunch of things about her
... But the one thing that was relevant right now was ... She's a make-up
freak!  Even during the day she goes for the dramatic look ... I've heard
some say slutty.  You never see her without a compact and a lipstick,
rouge, or mascara in her hand.  She's constantly fussing with her 'look'!
She's always the first to experiment with the latest fads, colors, styles!
Some kids laugh at her.  A lot more envy her.  I know I did!

Anyway, her purse was a goldmine!  I rummaged through it and found her
foundation.  I used the rear view mirror and began patting it on my face
... my hairless face.  I hadn't even started growing a beard yet!  Seemed
like I never would.

Marti watched with what can only be described as honest-to-god admiration.

"What?  You think you're the only girl who knows how to paint your face?"
I teased.

"But you're a guy!"  she moaned.  "You're not supposed to know stuff like
this!"

"Are you sure?  Sure that I'm a guy?"  I challenged.

Marti ran her hand under my skirts and grabbed hold of my cock.

"Oh yeah, baby!  I'm sure!  Real sure!"

I skillfully applied the Max Factor Pancake Foundation, then set it with a
translucent powder.  Just like Betsy had taught me.  I used her deep red
rouge to highlight my cheekbones.  It was when I used her lash curler and
brushed on a thick coating of mascara that she squealed with obvious
delight.

"Jesus, Bennie!  You really do know what you're doing!  This is amazing!
You're amazing!"

"Wait!  I'm just getting started!"  I smiled at her.  At this point there
was no reason to hide my expertise.  Besides, with Marti, it all seemed so
normal.

I used her liquid eyeliner to draw thin black lines along my upper lids and
out past the corners of my eyes.  Then did the same to my lower lid,
bringing it together with the liner on the upper lids in the same dramatic
fashion Elizabeth Taylor was famous for.

I dug around some more and found cobalt blue and pearly white eye shadows.
The same colors she was wearing.  When I finished Marti was just standing
there ... Her jaw hanging down to her pert boobs!  I smiled a knowing
smile.

Her cherry red lipstick was the final touch.  Marti was staring at another
girl!

"Here, let me do your nails!"  She was definitely into this obviously kinky
experience.  She chatted casually, as she would with a girlfriend, while
she matched my nail color to my lipstick.

"How often do you shave, Bennie?  You know, your legs, under your arms?
You're so smooth all over!"

Now that was an embarrassing question!  But, considering how I was dressed
and all ...

"I don't.  I mean, I don't have anything to shave!"

"You have no idea how lucky you are!"  she cooed softly, in a very
understanding manner.

"Too bad there's no guy here for to you to wrap those sexy cocksucker lips
around!"  she teased.

"Yeah, right!  Too bad.  Maybe we can pick up a guy at Schwab's!"  I shot
back sarcastically.

If we were at home and it was nighttime it would've been called a slumber
party!

She took off her jewelry ... her clip-on earrings, her three rings, her
four dangly bracelets, and the heavy crucifix which always nestled so
teasingly between her boobs.  While I put on all that, she grabbed for her
purse and dug out a small jar of cold cream.

'How much stuff does she have in there, anyway?'

She removed all traces of her own make-up.  And there we stood.  Her in my
clothes and me in hers.  A perfect role reversal.  Perfect except for my
crew-cut and her shoulder length golden blond, permanently waved hair.
Marti spotted that little incongruity right away.

She found the baseball cap I kept stowed in the MG's tiny jump seat and
tucked her hair up inside.

"What about me?"  I asked.

Back into her purse.  "Here.  Use this."  She folded a pink and white silk
scarf into a triangle, draped it over my head, and tied it under my chin.
It wasn't as perfect as the wigs Betsy had me wearing but it went a long
way to completing the illusion.

Besides, what did it matter.  We were all alone ... Out in the middle of
nowhere.

Marti cranked up the AM radio and we started dancing on the dirt lot.  It
might have seemed like quite a sight.  Marti in my Levi's, my skin tight
tee shirt under my oversized plaid flannel shirt, and me in her poodle
skirt and stuff.  It might have seemed like quite a sight if anyone but us
would've been there to see it.

Marti started really coming on to me.  Just like any other typical teenage
guy who was dancing with his girl in a secluded lovers lane.  She mashed my
'boobs'.  She pulled me by the ass to get me closer.  She covered my mouth
with hers and shoved her tongue deep inside.  In truth, I felt like the
sexiest bobby-soxer ever as I wantonly let her have her way with me.

"Oh Baby!  You're sooo hot!"  she moaned, lowering her voice a couple of
registers.  "I wanna shove my cock deep inside your pussy!  Deep inside
your hot mouth!"

She did have her kinky side.

She undid her Levi's and lowered them.

"C'mon you sexy thing!  Make believe I've got a big fat cock down here!
Suck on it, Baby!  Suck off your handsome boyfriend!"

Yeah!  Definitely kinky!

She laid out across the tan leather seat and spread her legs wide.  I
leaned into her snatch and started sucking.  Her clit was swollen and red.
It wasn't anything like a real cock but I pretended.

After I don't know how long, Marti pushed me away.  She was panting
... Trying desperately to catch her breath.

"Oh Bennie!  That was fantastic!  You're fantastic!  Oh my god!  You sucked
on my clit so hard!  It felt just like I had a cock down there!"

"I only wish you had a cock, Handsome!"  I squealed back, in my
well-practiced soprano pitch.  ((Yep!  Betsy had been force-feeding me
voice lessons.))  "I'd love to wrap my lips around it!  I wish I had a
pussy so I could feel what it's like to have a cock shoved inside me, too!"

We were both totally immersed in this kinky role-play!

"Do you really, Bennie?  Do you really wish you could wrap your lips around
a big, hot, juicy cock, you slut?"

"Don't put me on, you handsome devil!  Don't tease me like that!"  I
growled.  "I'm so turned on right now, I'd suck the first cock to come
along!"

She had the strangest far-away look on her face.  Like saying I'd suck a
cock had conjured up a really unpleasant memory.  I thought I'd gone too
far ... Until ...

"If you're really serious, Bennie, I think I can arrange it.  I mean, I can
arrange to get you a cock to suck."

Marti was snuggling up real close ... As close as my skirt and three
petticoats would permit, anyway.

"You gotta be kidding!  I don't know about doing something like that!  What
kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?"  I joked.

"Why not?  Anyone with lips as hot as yours shouldn't let them go to waste.
Your lips are made for sucking cock, Baby!  Just like mine are!"

"Oh yeah!  And just who did you have in mind?  There's no way I'll take a
chance with any of the guys we know.  They'd kill me if they ever found
out!"  I complained.

But the idea of taking this charade to a whole new level had a definite
appeal.  Don't ask me why.  Maybe it was Marti's clothes and wearing them
outdoors for the first time.  Maybe it was the way Marti was so casual
about being my 'boyfriend' and treating me like her 'girlfriend'.  Maybe it
was 'cuz I'd tasted my own jiz for the first time.

Maybe it was 'cuz ever since I started playing dress-up I dreamed about
seducing a boy and sucking him off ... Just like girls like Marti did
... Every chance they got!  Girls who did what Marti did always got their
way!  Why shouldn't I put my special skills to good use?

"I didn't exactly have a boy in mind," she said.  "I was thinking of a MAN.
Not really much of man, if you ask me.  But still, a MAN ... With a nice
big juicy fat cock!"

Now that sounded ominous.

"A man?  Who?  Does he live around here?  Do I know him?"

"Yes and no," she replied, all mysterious and stuff.

"Bennie, I have a little secret too.  Not really a little secret.  It's
big!  And it's bad!  You've shared your deep, dark secret with me.  It's
only fair for me to share mine with you."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, Marti!  What gives?"

She was sitting side-saddle in the passenger seat.  I was sitting on her
lap with my arm around her shoulder and she was running her hand under my
skirts ... Driving me nuts!  Just like I had done to her before we
switched.

"The man I have in mind is ... uh ... Oh god, this is so embarrassing!"

"Embarrassing!"  I choked.  "We're sitting here in each others clothes!
I've just had my face buried between your legs for a half hour!  You've
sucked me off and shoved my own cum down my throat!  How could you possibly
be embarrassed about anything at this point?"  I argued.

"Okay!  Okay!  I get it!"  She was almost in tears.  "It's just that I've
never told anyone about this before.  But somehow ... I don't know ... I
feel like I can talk to you ... Right now, I feel closer to you than I've
ever felt to anyone else!"

"So?  What gives?"  I asked quietly.  I could sense how deeply she was
hurting.  She was actually trembling.

"The man is ... He's the son of a bitch who calls himself my father!"  She
whispered those words into my ear, causing shivers to run up and down my
spine.

"Your FATHER!"  I squealed incredulously.  "Pastor Benjamin?  That's the
nuttiest thing I've ever heard!  Why would you want me to suck your old
man's cock?  And why would he even let me?  Why would you even suggest
anything so crazy?  And why're calling him a son of a bitch?"

"Just listen to me!  Let me finish!  This is so hard to talk about!
Please, Bennie.  God!  What's with your voice?  You sound like a squeaky
little girl!"

"My sister's been giving me voice coaching!  Okay?"  I explained.

I shut my mouth and let her talk.  This had to be interesting.  Besides,
she still had her hand up my skirt.

"My father!"  She spit out the word like it was a vile tasting medicine.
"My father's been doing stuff to me since I was ten years old!  Since right
after my mother died."

"Stuff?  What stuff?"

I could be so dense sometimes.

"God, Bennie!  You can be so dense sometimes!  He makes me ... uh, you know
... Suck him!  Okay?  He makes me suck his filthy, disgusting cock!"  She
was really crying now!

"Oh sweet Jesus, Marti!  That's awful!  Why do you do it?  Has he, you
know, done anything else?  You know what I'm talking about."

"No!  Blow jobs only!  Never wanted to take the chance of getting me
knocked up!  Why do you think I'm so good at it?  Lots of practice."

She laughed a bitter laugh.

"Hardly a day goes by when he doesn't force me to suck him off.  Hell, he's
even had me sucking him off from under his pulpit!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  Her old man ... The absolute pillar
of the community ... The moral leader of Southern California!  No wonder
Marti's the loosest girl in town.

"When I was young ... When it all started ... He'd come into my bedroom at
night.  Said he missed Mom.  Wanted me to hold him ... Like she used to.
Then he started making me touch him ... Touch his cock!  What did I know?
I was only ten.  Said it was our secret.

"Told me never to tell anyone 'cuz he'd be ruined ... Go to jail even!
Then he made me do it!  Suck him off.  Told me how good it made him feel
... How it made him feel like Mom was still there with us!

"When I got older ... You know ... When I started bleeding ... When my
breasts started developing ... He started taking pictures of me.  Naked
pictures!  Pictures of me sucking him off!  When he'd get drunk he'd call
me a whore, harlot, slut ... Really vile names!  Told me I was going to
burn in Hell!

"He had me convinced no one would believe me even if I told on him.  And,
y'know what?  He's probably right.  Who'd take my word over the word of the
pastor of the biggest church around?

"I've been wanting to get even with him for the longest time.  I dream of
ways to get even with him!  Up 'til now the only way I've been able to get
even was to blow every guy I can.  You have no idea how satisfying it can
be to suck his cock right after I've blown one of the guys!  To know I've
slimed some other guys jism onto his filthy pecker!  Now, with your help, I
think I know an even more perfect way to get him ... And get him good!"

"What?  By me sucking his cock?  I don't understand."

"Bennie!  Will you please let me finish!"  She clenched my cock hard for
emphasis.

"OUCH!"  I screeched.

"Just shush!  You've heard his sermons a million times, haven't you?  He's
a fanatic when it comes to Homos.  Right?  Half his sermons are about the
evils of Homosexuality.  How it's gonna cause the end of civilization as we
know it ...  Armageddon!  Right?  How every moral-thinking citizen should
do everything in their power to rid the world of Homos.  Right?"

"Who hasn't heard him preaching about that?"  I agreed.

"So ... Here's my plan.  I never would've thought of it if I hadn't seen
you wearing all your girly stuff!  But this is gonna be perfect!  You just
wait!

"We'll go back to my house.  He won't be home for another couple of hours.
You stay dressed just the way you are.  I'll leave on your stuff.  He hates
it when I wear Levi's.  Trust me, when he sees you ... All pouffed out, and
all ...  He'll ignore me.

"Seeing you dressed like this, believe me, he won't be able to take his
eyes off you.  A poodle skirt and petticoats drives him nuts!  He even
tries to get into my girlfriends' panties after he has his before-dinner
glass of whiskey.  He never did though.  I always managed to get them out
of there before he gets too pushy."

"Holy cow!  What a Perv!"  I exclaimed.

"Well this time I think we'll just let him have his way ... With you.  If
it works the way I think it will, I'll have him right where I want him
... Totally at my mercy!  And ... As an added bonus ... "  She smiled that
sexy, conniving smile she has ... "You get to suck your very first cock!
All you have to do is tease him a little ... Sit on his lap ...  Blow in
his ear!  He'll do the rest!"

"Oh yeah?  What if he sneaks his hand under my skirt like you're doing
right now?  Huh?  What about that?"

"Just push his hand away.  Tell him your having your monthlies!  He won't
try groping you if he thinks your bleeding!  Trust me!  Just tell him you
know another way to make him happy.  You know, smile a lot.  Reach down and
squeeze his cock.  You can do it, Bennie.  I know you can!"

"How's me giving him a blow job gonna get you even with him?"

This was getting me a little confused.

"Because, Bennie, he's got one of those new Polaroid cameras.  He loves
taking pictures of me sucking his cock.  Especially when he makes me wear
one of those little girl party dresses he's always buying me.  You know,
real short dresses ... All pouffed out with petticoats ... Lots of frills
and lace!  Ribbons in my hair!  Little-girl-pink nails!  Yuck!  I hate
them!  I hate him!"

"He takes pictures of you sucking him off?  Just show the pictures to the
cops!  He'll wind up in jail for sure!"

"He's too clever for that, Bennie.  First of all, he keeps them locked
away.  He sets things up so all that shows is my mouth around his big fat
cock!  Never so's he could be recognized!  Always threatens to show them
off if I ever stop doing what he wants.  Says all he has to do is tell the
cops he found them locked up with my diary.  Says he could have me arrested
for being a prostitute!  Nobody'd ever believe someone with his reputation
would do anything so perverted!

"Bennie, look how your mother and sister have you doing what you're doing!
They threaten you with the pictures they took!  Don't they?  Why couldn't
we do the same with my father?

"Anyway, I'm thinking that if I can get a few snapshots of you, on your
knees, with his cock stuffed deep down your throat ... While you're jacking
your own cock!  Pictures of him getting sucked off by a sissy Homo!  Mmmm
... Think of what those pictures will do to him!"

"It'll never work, Marti.  What about my hair?"

"Silly boy!  Haven't you ever heard of a wig?  I have a bunch of them.  He
bought them for me.  Likes to see me looking different.  A little girl one
day ... A slutty whore the next ... The Perv even went and bought me one of
those French maid's costumes!  I told you he's a letch!  By the time I get
through fixing you up, he'll never know the difference.  Besides, once he's
had a drink or two, his cock does all his thinking!"

"What do I get out of all this?  Besides getting to suck my first cock, I
mean!"

We both started laughing at the same time.

"God!  You are a slut!  This is the best part, Bennie!  He's got lots of
money ... I mean LOTS of money!  I know he's been skimming off the
collection plate, membership dues, and the building fund - - forever!  And,
ever since he started preaching on television, the money's really rolling
in!  By the time we get through with him, he'll be coughing it up in
spades!  We could even get our own place.  You could get away from your
sister and mother and I could get away from him!  Hell, if you wanted to,
we could even be sisters ... Or kissing cousins, maybe!  We'd have it made
in the shade!"

She started licking my ear!  Oh god!  What that does to me!

"Sure!  We'd live together, happily ever-after, as two girls!  Oh yeah!
That'd work!"  I argued sarcastically.

"Sweet Jesus, Bennie!  In case you haven't noticed, you're adorable!  You
make an adorable girl!  I'd be proud to be anywhere with you!  We're old
enough to get our own place.  And with all that money, we could get any
place we want!  Say you'll do it!  Please ... Pretty please!"

Marti was stroking my cock furiously!  I couldn't help myself!  I shot
another wad into my silky panties.  The thought of doing in her lecherous
old man combined with her magic fingers caused me to lose all control.

Marti started laughing like a hyena as she licked my juice off her fingers.

"You are a slut!  You get off so easy!  Putty in any horny guy's hands,
aren't you?"  she growled in her affected manly voice.

I told you Marti has a way of getting anything she wants!

"Okay, Okay!  You win!  I'll do it!  Even if it doesn't work out like you
say, at least I'll get to suck my first cock!  Right?"

"It might be your first, Bennie, but somehow I don't think it'll be your
last!  Don't worry your pretty little head.  Don't worry!  It'll work!  I
just know it will!  C'mon, I'll drive.  We'll go for a banana split some
other time!"

I slid off her lap and she slid in behind the wheel.  It was my turn to
feel the exhilaration of my skirt and petticoats flying in the breeze.  Now
I really understood why Marti didn't bother to try to keep them down.

"Fun, isn't it," she laughed as she tried to coordinate shifting gears
while running her hand up and down my legs.  I was trying to keep my scarf
from flying off!

- ~ - ~

We made it back to Marti's house in record time.  Even counting the extra
time it took to stop and pick up six packs of Polaroid film.  I sat in the
car and repaired my make-up while Marti went into the camera store.

At Marti's house I made a quick call to Betsy's work and told her I was at
a friend's house for dinner.  She wasn't too thrilled about it but said
it'd be okay since I'd been such a good little 'girl' all week.

"Try not to let anyone see your sexy undies!"  she teased sarcastically.

The bitch!

'It's a little late for that!'  I thought wistfully.

I was already hard as a rock again and tried to get a little frisky with
Marti.  She said it'd have to wait cuz she wanted me nice and hard for the
photos once the action started.

"Can I at least have a clean pair of panties?"

"No way, Jose!"  She answered.  "Just leave them off.  It'll be easier to
get to your cock if you don't have to fuss with them."

Like I said, Marti's logic was always so logical.

Marti wasted no time.  She set about fitting me with one of her wigs.  The
one she chose was blond and curly ... A real Shirley Temple look.

"Damn, Marti.  I look like a little kid!"  I protested.

"That's the whole idea, Bennie.  He goes nuts when he sees me in this wig.
He loves the little girl look.  He'll go more nuts when he sees you!  Fresh
young meat and all!"

Marti lifted my angora sweater and my camisole.  She reached into my bra
and pulled out her nylons and my socks.

"These'll work much better, Bennie.  Brand new stuff called foam rubber!
The best falsies money can buy!"

She showed me the falsies before she stuffed them into my bra.  When she
straightened out my cami and sweater I could even see the fake nipples
poking out.

"How am I gonna explain these falsies if he grabs my chest?"

I figured it was a legitimate question.

"Just tell him you're giving Mother Nature a helping hand.  All the girls
wear falsies.  At least all the girls who need the help.  Like they say,
Bennie - - 'Better living through chemistry'.  It's no big deal!  Where
have you been, for heaven's sake!"

"I'm gonna have to find some way to con Betsy into buying me a pair of
these!  They look like real tits, Marti!"  I said, wishfully.

"First of all, Missy, they're boobs ... Not tits!  Only crass boys call
them tits!  Girls hate it when boys call them tits!  Get used to it!
Second, when we're through with Daddy, we'll have enough money to buy you a
dozen pair!  You just wait and see!!"

We fussed with my make-up 'til we had just the right look to go with my
wig.  I couldn't have looked more than fourteen years old!  Lots of pinks
and baby-blue, the lightest touch of mascara, soft pink rouge, and a nice
double-thick coat of cotton-candy pink lipstick and nail polish to match.

Marti poured us each a small shot of the old man's best whiskey.  "Just to
loosen us up a bit!  Our little shot of courage," she called it.

We were sitting on the large couch in the living room when he got home.
Marti looked manish compared to me, what with her Levi's, flannel shirt,
high-top Keds, and no make-up.

"Martha!  I'm home," he called out.

"In here Daddy.  We're in the living room."

Pastor Benjamin strutted in like he was the King of Kings ... All
preacher-looking in his white suit.  He casually threw his wallet and car
keys on the coffee table.  When he saw me he was a little taken aback.
When he saw us sipping Kentucky's finest he was a lot taken aback!

"What's going on here, girls?  Martha, you know I don't approve of you
drinking!  And what on earth are you wearing!?"  he chided, mostly for my
benefit, I suppose.

In truth, he loved it when Marti had a little nip.  Gets her in the right
mood!

"Oh Daddy," Marti cooed, "Don't be such an old fuddy-dud!  I just changed
into something comfy to wear while I make you dinner.  If you're nice, I'll
change into something pretty before we eat.  Say hello to my friend, Benni!
It's short for Benita.  Just like Marti is short for Martha.  You know all
my friends call me Marti.  Why can't you?"

"Yes, Martha.  I do know it.  And I don't like it one bit, either!  Marti
sounds like a boy's name!"  he answered.

"Hello Benita!"

"Hi Pastor Benjamin," I cooed in my most sultry voice.

The game was on!

"Now Daddy.  Be nice.  Don't embarrass me in front of Benni.  Here, I
already poured you a drink!"  which she handed him while guiding him to his
favorite easy chair.

"Benni, entertain Daddy while I freshen up and start dinner."

"Sure thing Marti.  Mind if I put on some records?"  I asked as I got up
from the couch.  I fluffed my petticoats for show.

"Gosh, Pastor Benjamin!  I wish I had changed before we got here.  These
petticoats are so hot!"

I made a little frou-frou move, Can-Can fashion, for emphasis.  The Perv
couldn't take his eyes off me.  Marti was trying desperately to stifle a
giggle.

I wiggled over to the phonograph and bent at the waist to gather a stack of
45's.  He had to be able to see my stocking tops!  I could tell he was
enjoying the show.

He started sputtering and coughing into his whiskey!

I started the record player and began dancing by myself to a Fats Domino
tune.

"C'mon Marti!  Dance with me!"  I yelled.

"Dance with Daddy!"  she yelled back.  "I'm busy.  Daddy," she hollered,
"dance with her!  Will ya'!"

I strolled over to the Perv.  I was swinging my hips and letting my petti's
flare wildly.

"C'mon Pastor Benjamin, dance with me!"  I cajoled.

I grabbed his empty hand and tried to take his whiskey away.

"C'mon!  Let's dance.  I love this song!"  I whined.

He wouldn't let me take his drink.  But, he didn't let go of my hand.  For
a scrawny old guy he was pretty strong.

"That's the Devil's music!"  he shouted.

He shouted 'cuz he was trying to act all preacher-like and 'cuz he had to
so he could be heard over the music.  I had it cranked up pretty loud.

"It should be banned!  That Elvis whathisname is ruining the youth of this
country!"  he chided in a very Pastorly manner.

"That's not Elvis, Pastor Benjamin.  That's Fats Domino.  All the kids dig
him ... He's the most!"

"Why don't you just sit here with me for a bit?"  he yelled over the music
as he pulled me down to the arm of his easy chair.

The whiskey was already kicking in.

I sat on the overstuffed arm of his chair and allowed my skirts to fan out
over his lap.  I coyly fussed with the hem of my skirt in a false show of
modesty.  But let him have a lingering gaze at my nylons.  I playfully
kicked my saddle shoes back and forth like any Lolitta-like fourteen year
old would and let him pull me from the arm of the chair onto his lap.  The
silky caress of my chiffon petti against my naked cock had me hard as a
rock!

The back of my skirt and petticoats scrunched up as I landed in his lap
with a loud "Ooof!"  I had to wrap my arm around his shoulder to keep from
sliding off and onto the floor.  I wiggled in his lap and could feel a
definite hardness ... Which would be his cock ... Against my butt!

I stuck my finger into his whiskey then enticingly licked it clean.  He
took a long pull on his whiskey.  He was beginning to perspire.  His
pasty-white face was turning red.

"Here, Pastor Benjamin, let me loosen your tie.  I always do that for my
daddy when he gets home from work," I whispered into his ear.

I began loosening his necktie.  He didn't stop me.  But his hand had found
my nylon-clad knee.  And it was starting to move higher.  Yep!  He was
definitely feeling the whiskey.

"Behave yourself, Pastor Benjamin!  I'm not that kind of girl!"  I snapped.

"And what kind of girl would that be, Benita?"

He was starting to slur a bit.

"Why, the kind of girl who would let her friend's daddy take advantage,
silly.  Like you're trying to do now!  I'm not like that!"

I looked him in the eye and gave him my best 'come-hither' smile.

"Don't you like the way my hand feels on your legs, Child?  Your legs feel
nice and soft to me."

He was getting a little too aggressive.  In truth, his hand felt all slimy
from sweat.

"Well yeah, Pastor.  It does feel kinda nice.  But don't go any higher.
I'm having my monthlies.  It's kind of messy up there," I whispered, as I
leaned close to his cheek.

His hand came out from under my skirt like a shot!

I used that opportunity to get off his lap and freshen his whiskey.  This
time it was a triple!  I minced back to the Perv.  As I handed him his
drink I 'accidentally' splashed a bit on his slacks.

"Oh goodness!  Look what clumsy lil' me went and did."

I handed him the drink and began wiping his crotch with my bare hand.  He
sure didn't try to stop me!

"Oh my!  Pastor Benjamin!  What have we here?"  I hissed.

His cock was trying to burst through.  For a scrawny little guy it sure
felt like he had a monster inside.

"Benita, you are one wanton Harlot!"  he accused.  I noticed he didn't try
to move my hand away.  And he was definitely leering!

"And you, Pastor Benjamin, are one horny Preacher!"  I took a little sip
from his drink.  "I hope Marti doesn't come in and catch us!"

His back was to the kitchen.  I could see Marti standing at the doorway
giving me the thumbs up.

He was groping my chest.  If he could tell they were foam rubber, he sure
didn't seem to care.  He was slopping down the whiskey like a drunken
sailor!

"Don't you concern yourself with Martha, Child.  She's busy getting dinner
ready.  She won't bother us.  Oh, Lord forgive me, how I'd love to get
inside your panties!  You're not going to leave me in this state!  Are
you?"

He was definitely begging!  And definitely drunk!

"Pastor Benjamin!  I already explained it's my time of the month!"

I still had my hand wrapped firmly around the outline of his cock.  The
little whiskey I'd sipped had given me just the boost of courage I needed.

"But maybe ... And I mean just maybe ... If you're a nice little Preacher
... There's another way I could make you happy!"

I licked my lips seductively.  Marti had the Polaroid at the ready.

"You mean you'd ..."

I interrupted.  "You know exactly what I mean!"

I parted my lips and ran my tongue all the way around.

"Would you like me to do that to you now?  Before Marti comes back in?"

"Lord have mercy!  Would I ever love that, Benita!  Please!  Yes!"  he
hissed.

"Why don't you finish your drink while I put on some fresh lipstick?  It'll
make my lips feel so slick when I wrap them around you, Pastor Benjamin!
Don't you love this color?"  I hissed.

I playfully dabbed a little on the tip of his nose.  He chugged what
remained of his drink.  He looked like he was about to pass out.

Getting the Perv's slacks unzipped and his cock pulled out was a whole new
experience.  First of all, I'd never done anything like it before.  Second
of all, he was so drunk by this time he was useless!  No help at all!

Nevertheless, I finally managed to expose him.  It was cumbersome, but I
managed.

I knelt on the carpeted floor, between his widespread legs, and yanked his
cock forward towards my virgin mouth.  Oh Yes! ... It was time to gobble
down his monster cock and suck him dry!

My very first!

I looked up at him.  He wasn't looking at me.  His head was tilted against
the back of his easy chair.  His eyes were squeezed shut.  He was oblivious
to everything but the feel of my hot mouth wrapped around his shaft.

I was slurping, sucking, licking, and slathering for all I was worth.  And
I was enjoying every delightful second of it.  This is what I've dreamed of
... Since I first stepped into my sister's panties!

His cock was covered in cotton-candy pink!  I almost choked to death when I
gobbled it so far into my mouth that it hit my throat!  But I kept going.
If it was me getting a blow job like the one I was giving the good Pastor,
I'd have shot my load by now.  This old Perv had staying power!

I reloaded my lipstick.  It would be a nice touch to have it smeared all
over his white slacks.  Kind of a permanent memento.  My very own personal
trademark!

I could hear Marti snapping off one shot after another.  I don't know what
made me look up at her but it's lucky I did.  She was frantically motioning
me to hike my skirts and expose my cock and jack it off!

Oh god!  I almost forgot!

I slowed everything down just a bit.  I concentrated on sucking his balls.
I didn't want him shooting off too soon.  With my free hand I reached down
and scrunched up my skirts to my waist.  Not a particularly easy thing to
do in my position.  I tucked my skirts under my elbow, at my waist, and
began yanking my own stiff rod in perfect rhythm to the bobbing of my
mouth.  Marti gave me another thumbs up to let me know she had a perfect
angle.

I was really worked up!  But I managed to slow down and pretty much fake
it.  All we really needed was a few good shots of the Pervy Pastor
... That'd be him ... Getting sucked off by a Sissy Homo ... That'd be me!
That was the game plan!  After that, Marti and I would have him right where
I had him now ... Right by his wrinkled, hairy balls!

I grabbed his hands and placed them over the back of my head.  After all,
we did want it to look like he was forcing me!  The bottle of Kentucky's
finest sitting on the table next to his empty glass left no doubt that he
was drunk as a skunk.

I don't know how many shots Marti got but the camera sounded like the rapid
fire of a snub-nose .38!  The only time there was silence was when she was
reloading.  The Perv was so out of it he didn't hear a thing ... Or didn't
care!

I could feel him start to boil deep inside his loins.  Unless I missed my
guess I was about to experience my very first taste of another man's jism!
Too bad it had to be from a Perv like Marti's old man.

I started moaning.  A signal to Marti he was about to unload.  I was hoping
she had enough film to get a good shot of her old man's juices exploding
into my mouth and all over my face.  She did!

As soon as I felt the white hot slime hit the back of my throat I heard the
rapid fire of Marti's Polaroid.  I opened my mouth wide and let his jism
flow out freely ... Down my chin ... Onto Mari's pretty angora sweater
... And all over her poodle skirt.

I looked into the camera lens for one last shot of me licking the Perv's
dribbling jism off his softening cock.  Then I redid my lipstick and
blotted it several times up and down the length of his fly.

The coup de grace, however, came when I stood up and shoved my cock against
Pastor Benjamin's gaping mouth.  As drunk as he was he had no idea what I
was doing.  In a burst of pure inspiration, I ripped off my wig and let
Marti take a couple of shots of my crew-cut.  Just in case anyone had any
doubts I was male.

Marti got a few shots of the 'horrified' look on my face as I 'struggled'
to fight off his attempt to suck me off while he had a firm hold of my
cock!  As a final touch Marti caught a great shot of my white-hot load
spewing all over the good Pastor's shirt!

All in all, the whole scenario would rival the best of the eight millimeter
movies all guys bragged about watching at stag parties.

- ~ - ~

The whole thing took a little over an hour!  The first question out of
Marti's mouth was, "So Benni, how was your first blow job?  Was it as good
as you thought it would be?"  She was laughing.  "You sure looked like you
were having a good time!"

I started laughing too!

"Actually, I loved it!  Except for the fact of who it was!  He's really
pretty disgusting, you know!"  I commented, as I refreshed my lipstick and
replaced my wig.

"Tell me about it!  Now you know what I've been going through for years.
Well almost, anyway.  At least you did it voluntarily.  He's been forcing
it on me all this time!  Yuck!  At least I'll never have to do him again!
And, neither will you!  You really saved me, you know!  I owe you big
time!"

Then came the real shocker ... "Know what, Benita?  I think I love you!"

"What?  No girl's ever said those words to me ...  EVER!  And, you don't
have to call me Benita anymore!"  I cried out.

"Well no boy's ever done what you've done for me!  And, I want to keep
calling you Benita!  I love Benita as much as I love you, Bennie!  I want
to keep her around for a long time!"

"You want me to stay like this?  I'd never get away with it!  Too many
people know me around here!"

"Yes!  Yes, I do!  And you don't have to worry about sticking around here.
I was thinking, we'll just find us another city ... Another big city
... Where we can live together ... As sisters or cousins or ... It doesn't
matter ... Just as long as we're together!  No one ever has to know!  And,
just think, Daddy will be footing the bill!  How perfect is that?  Besides,
if you can live with your mother and sister as a girl, you can surely live
with me as one!  Right?  Heck, I'll even share the housework with you!"

Marti took me in her arms and kissed me deeply.  The flavor of my lipstick
mixed with Marti's juicy tongue went a long way to getting rid of the sour
taste of her old man's jism.

- ~ - ~

We were sifting through the two dozen or so photos when we heard the old
man stirring in his chair.  Even though they were black and white, each one
was a work of art!  There was no mistaking the reason for the stupefied
grin on the Perv's face as he blissfully enjoyed being sucked off by what
appeared to be a very young looking fourteen year old girl!

My own rigid pole, clenched tightly in my fist, clearly told a different
story.  The pastor was dead meat!  Marti had a real career ahead of her as
a photog!

Marti grabbed about half the photos ... The best ones really ... And
scurried out to the front of the house where my MG was parked.  She came
back, all out of breath, and said she'd hidden them under the jump seat for
safe keeping.

The old man stumbled into the dining room where we had the pictures fanned
out across the table.  He hadn't even noticed the gooey wet stain all over
his shirt or my lipstick on his slacks.

"Girls," he mumbled.  "Where's my dinner?"  like nothing out of the
ordinary had happened.  Then, looking down at the table littered with
Polaroid's, he growled, "How many time have I told you to keep your mitts
off my camera, Martha?  Can't I even take a little nap without you getting
into mischief, young lady!"

Obviously, he still thought Marti had no clue that I'd sucked him dry.  Or
maybe he didn't even remember it.  If he'd taken the time to look down at
his stained slacks and his sticky shirt he might have thought differently.

"Daddy", Marti began, "You better take a closer look at these.  Or better
yet, take a look at your shirt and slacks.  I think it's you who's been
getting into mischief!"

She pointed the Polaroid at him and snapped off a good shot of my lip
prints on his fly.

"What are you babbling on about, child?"  he said contemptuously.  Then he
began shuffling through the photos.  The blood drained instantly from his
face as they came into focus.  He began shaking.  Shaking even more
violently then when he was really into one of his sermons!  I thought he
was gonna have a stroke when he looked at one picture in particular which
depicted his cock in my mouth and my cock in my hand!

A real 'Money Shot'!

Just to drive home the point, I slowly removed my Shirley Temple wig and
smiled as prettily as I knew how.

He began stammering and sputtering.  He was spewing expletives like a
merchant seaman.

"YOU'RE A MAN!  YOU'RE A MAN!  IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

Even in his drunken fog he could distinguish, in the photo, my cock framed
so prettily by my petticoats.  Seeing me wigless just about gave him an
apoplectic fit.

Marti silenced him!

"BE QUIET, OLD MAN!  JUST SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH AND PAY ATTENTION!"

She was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"For years you've been defiling me!  Using me!  Abusing me!  Not only that,
you've tried your damndest to abuse my girlfriends, as well!  It's over!
As of right now, it's over!  No more!  Do you hear me?  You'll never touch
me again.  You'll never touch another innocent young girl again!  You made
me pay for years!  Now it's your turn to pay!

"Now I have evidence!  Benni and I have all the evidence we need to send
you to jail for fifty years!  That's longer than you have left to live!  Do
you have any idea what they do to child molesters in jail?

"If you don't cough up some big-time bucks these pictures are going
straight to the police and to the newspapers and to your congregation!  Do
you understand, you hypocritical, sanctimonious, sick, disgusting pervert?"

Wow!  I'd never heard anyone unleash a tirade like that!  I was glad Marti
was on my side!

The old man started grabbing for the photos.  Marti was too quick for him
as she scooped them away.

"Here!"  she spat, as she flipped one of the photos across the table.
"Take this one for a souvenir!  We have all these plus a whole bunch more
... And, yes, we hid them safely away while you were passed out!  Keep it
as a reminder!  We wouldn't want you to ever forget why you're paying us
all the money you're gonna be coughing up!

"You're gonna start sharing all that money you've been stealing from the
Church for years!

"Oh, silly me!"  she cooed, "Did I forgot to mention that little fact!  I
know all about the money you've stolen!  That'll probably add another ten
years to your prison sentence!

"And, you wanna know something else?  Even if we blow the whistle and send
you to prison, we'll still wind up with all the money!  We'll file a
lawsuit against the Church that'll make what you're paying us look like
chicken feed!  We'll wind up with the money and you'll still rot in
prison!"

Marti had really done her homework!

"You can't do this to me!"  he shouted.  "You wouldn't dare!"

"I am daring!  I ... We ... Benni and me ...  are doing it!  All your years
of preaching about the evils of Homosexuality!  Saying how it'll cause
Armageddon!  The end of society as we know it!  You hypocrite!  What do
think your congregation, or the cops for that matter, will say when they
see you forcing a fourteen year old boy to suck you off?  Or better, when
they see you forcing this innocent young boy to put his cock in your
mouth?"

"She's not fourteen!  I mean HE'S not!"  her old man uselessly sputtered.

"Oh really?  Take another look, Daddy.  He sure looks fourteen to me.  And
I'm sure anyone who looks at these will see the same thing!  Face it,
Daddy, you're screwed, blued, and tattooed!

"Now can we please talk about money?  I'm getting bored!"

The old Perv crumpled!  I mean, he literally crumpled to the floor on his
knees!  He began sobbing hysterically!  I just sat there and coyly fluffed
my petticoats.  Fluffed them enough to give him one last, lingering view of
my cock ... Which, interestingly enough, was hard again ...  Rock hard!
... Just to put an exclamation point on everything.  He turned away from me
in disgust!

"Please, Martha!  Please don't do this to me!  I'm your father, Praise the
Lord!"

"Father?!  Father?!  You're no father of mine!  As of this very minute
you're nothing more than a 'meal ticket' to me ... And Benni!  Now, I ask
you again, can we PLEASE talk about money?  'Cuz in one minute Benni and I
are getting out of here and heading straight to the cops!"

I've never seen anyone look so utterly defeated and completely beaten down.

"What do you want, Child?  How much?"  he asked quietly.

"Better!  Much better.  That's the attitude we want.

"I like nice round numbers, Daddy.  Let's say Two Hundred Fifty Thousand
... For starters!"

"WHAT!  ARE YOU INSANE, GIRL?"  he bellowed.  "I'll never pay that kind of
money!  I don't even have that much money!"

"SHUT UP, OLD MAN!"  Marti bellowed right back at him.  "You do have it!
I've seen the bank book!  You know which one I'm talking about!  The secret
account you've kept for years in San Francisco!  You know, the one with
over Seven Hundred Fifty Thousand in stolen church funds!"

That shut him up ... But good!

"Benni-Girl, why don't you fix Daddy another drink.  He looks like he could
use one.  Make it a double."

For a Quarter Mil I'd fix him drinks for the rest of his life!  I got up
and minced my way over to the bar!

"How can you call that ... that THING ... a girl!?"  he moaned bitterly.

"Pastor Benjamin", I spat over my shoulder.  "The way I look at it ... I'm
more GIRL than you'll ever get and ... More MAN than you'll ever be!"

"Nice, Girlfriend!  Very nice!"  Marti complimented.

Marti started laying down the rules.

"Okay Daddy, here's the deal.  Benni and I are gonna pack up a few things.
After that we're heading for San Fran.  We'll get there by tomorrow and I
expect to walk into your bank and find a Cashier's check for Two Hundred
Fifty Thousand waiting for us.  Have it made out to "Cash"!

"Also, I want you to instruct the bank to add me and Benni as beneficiaries
on your account in the event of your death!  Oh, by the way, I took the
Thousand bucks I found in your wallet.  That'll get us to San Francisco in
style, I'm sure."

He was still on his knees when I came back with his drink.  He was holding
his head in his hands and sobbing quietly.  His hand shook as he took the
drink.  He really needed it!

"And just in case you think Two Hundred Fifty Thousand will be the end of
it, Daddy, think again!  I told you this was only for starters!  Benni and
I will set up our own account in the same bank.  It'll make it easier for
you to transfer our monthly allowance!"

Marti had this evil-looking grin on her face.  It almost scared me!

"Monthly allowance?"  he sputtered.  "What monthly allowance?"

"Why Daddy," she cooed, "The Twenty Thousand you'll be depositing into our
account on the first of each month, of course!  At the rate you've been
skimming from the Church, you'll have that, and more, to share with us for
a long time to come!"

Pastor Benjamin was truly a broken man.

"C'mon Benni-Girl, let's start packing!

"And, by the way, Benni, you can forget what I said about sharing the
housework with you!"

"Huh?  Whatya' mean by that?"

"The way I figure it, with all the money we have, we'll be able to afford
to hire a full-time maid!  Thanks to Daddy," she spat, "We even have an
adorable French Maid uniform for her ... Or him ... to wear!  Why don't you
say thank you to Daddy?"

I lifted my skirts and slapped my pecker against the top of his balding
head.

"Thanks, Daddy!"

We were both laughing hysterically as Marti grabbed me by the hand and
dragged me into her bedroom.  She heaved two good-sized suitcases onto her
bed.  They would tie down neatly on the luggage rack of the MG.  We loaded
them up with just about everything in her closet ... Including her maid's
uniform ... Everything we could squeeze in.  We'd have to leave behind all
her petticoats ... Too bulky.  But with Two Hundred Fifty Grand we could
buy new when we got to Frisco.

We changed into slim pencil skirts, cute blouses, nylons, and four inch
open-toe sling back stilettos.  Marti loaned me a really tiny padded panty
girdle.

"Frederick's of Hollywood", she giggled, in answer to my silent question.

That plumped out my hips and butt and would keep me neatly tucked away.  We
were just about ready to head out.  We hadn't heard a peep from the Perv.

When we came out to the living room, lugging our suitcases, he was just
sitting there staring blankly at the far wall.  Marti looked at him with
total disgust and hatred in her eyes.  I couldn't blame her.  After all
he'd put her through.

What happened next was a stroke of pure genius on her part.

"Daddy, I want you to follow me into your bedroom.  Right now!  Benni-Girl,
you come too.  I'll need your help."

The Pastor followed meekly ... A lamb being led to slaughter.  Marti
ordered her old man to strip naked.  He started to refuse but she quickly
silenced him.

She ran to her room and came back with a black corset, black nylon
stockings, a pair of her black five inch stilettos, and a pair of black
lace panties.

"Help Daddy into these things, Benni-Girl."

She tossed them to me.  I kinda had an inkling of what she was up to.

While I laced the corset around his mid-section and helped him into the
opera-length nylons, Marti set the Polaroid on a tripod.  I forced the
stilettos on the old man's feet.  In my haste I tore his nylons in two
different spots.  I thought they looked awful and might ruin the pictures.
Marti said the runs added just the right touch of perverted clumsiness.

I slid the panties over his loins and, as an afterthought, added a nice
thick coat of garish red lipstick to his quivering lips and an ugly smear
of red rouge to his cheekbones.  Even though the photos would be black and
white, there'd be no mistaking his feeble attempt to make up his face.

Marti had grabbed a handful of her old man's neckties.

"Benni-Girl," she directed, "tie my hands together at the wrists.  Now,
stretch me up so I'm hanging from the hook over the closet door.  Good!
Now, gag me!  Stuff my mouth with one of these ties and wrap another around
my head.  Tie my ankles too!  I want to look helpless."

Then she whispered additional instructions.  This was gonna be too good to
be true!

I had her stretched up so high that she was standing on her tip toes ...
Barely!  She was bound and gagged and would've been helpless, except that I
was there.

For the next half hour I took pictures.  And directed all the action.  The
camera was set up on the tripod and, with the mirror on the door behind
her, all that showed in the photos was the reflection of her old man
standing before her, looking like the ultimate caricature of an aging inept
crossdresser, while she was gagged, bound, and helpless.

First she was fully clothed.  Then I ripped her blouse to shreds.  We got a
good shot of the Pastor, wobbly on his stilettos, grabbing hold of her
shredded blouse.  There was no doubt he had put her in this position and
had ripped off her blouse and was taking self-timed photos to satisfy his
own perverted desires.

Next we got a good shot of him ripping off her bra then burying his face in
her naked boobs and sadistically fondling them.  Then a good one of him
ripping off her skirt and then her panties.  Finally, another great 'money
shot' showing him on his knees with his rigid pecker tenting his lace
panties and his face buried in her muff.

All the while Marti had this look of abject fear on her face.  There was no
doubt how thoroughly frightened she was.  Or how much she was struggling to
free herself from the clutches of her perverted father.

To say the Pastor was a reluctant participant would be putting it mildly.
But, considering all we had on him, he really didn't have any choice!  All
Marti really wanted was enough evidence to show how her father had been
molesting her for so many years!  I couldn't blame her.

I thought the framed photo of Marti's mother smiling serenely in the
background added the perfect perverted touch.

We left the Perv laying on his bedroom floor, sobbing uncontrollably.  He
looked positively disgusting all curled up in Marti's corset and shredded
nylons ... His glass of whiskey laying on its side ... its contents spilled
onto the carpeting.

Marti spat her parting comment, "Keep all the pictures you've taken of me,
Old Man!  Jack yourself to death for all I care.  From now on it'll be
Benni's cock I'll be sucking ... And loving every minute of it!  Think
about that while you're pulling your pud!"

- ~ - ~

Before heading north on Pacific Coast Highway, we swung by my house.  The
lights were out.  I wrote a quick 'Good-Bye' note to my mother and sister
and quietly slipped it under the door.  In the P.S. I told them they could
do whatever they wanted with the pictures of me!  I even enclosed a
Polaroid Marti took of me in front of my house.  I looked really chic in my
skirt and heels standing next to my MG with the suitcases tied to the
luggage rack.

If things worked out for me and Marti I might eventually let them know
where I was.

Nah!  Why bother?

Driving on PCH is the only way to go.  It's a winding and twisting highway
and there's lots of empty stretches where I could really open up my little
four-banger.  I really love the beast.

As we headed north towards San Francisco I could feel what Marti had so
graphically pointed out.  The tiny engine really did vibrate right through
the seats!  I could feel it deep inside ... Right between my legs!

No doubt Marti could feel it too.  She had her head tilted against the seat
back.  Her eyes were closed.  She had the most contented look on her face.
She was idly running her fingers along my thigh ... Tracing the outline of
my garters.  Only this time she had my skirt hiked high and was tracing the
garters for real!

As I drove, I was thinking how much Marti and I looked alike.  She had
taken great pains to dress us the same, do our make-up the same, and had
even given me a wig to match her own hair ... "Until yours grows out!"
... she giggled.  I had the same golden blond hair as hers, falling to my
shoulders in soft waves.  We could have been twins.

"Did you ever think about how similar our names are, Benni?  'Marti
Benjamin' ... 'Benjamin Martin'!

"Don't you mean Benita Martin, lover?"

"Of course I do, Benita!  Of course!  How silly of me!

"Now ... Can't you make this thing go any faster!"

FIN

Copyright 2008

Simonne Danielle

All rights reserved

Simonnedanielle1204@hotmail.com



In the tradition begun by Fred Gingerman, one of the brightest authors to
grace this site, and one of my favorites, I offer, for your perusal, my
other stories on nifty:

"The Ranch Hand" TG/Authoritarian

"A Boy Can Dream ... Can't SHE? - Part 1" TG/Teen

"A Boy Can Dream ... Can't SHE? - Part 2" TG/Teen

"A Boy Can Dream ... Can't SHE? - Part 3" TG/Teen